[Immortal Technique - Worker]I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for penniesTreated like a slave, the coke fields have to be readyThe spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweatyDreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my macheteBut the workload is too heavy to rise up in armsAnd if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my momsSo I pray to "Heso Preisto" when I go to the missionProcess the cocaine, paced and play my position

[Pumpkinhead - Cocaine Field Boss]Ok, listen while I'm out there, just give me my productBefore we chop off ya hands for worker's misconductI got the power to shoot a copper, and not get chargedAnd it would be sad to see your family in front of a firing squadSo to feed your kids, I need these bricks40 tons in total, let me test it, indeed I (*sniff*)Shit, this is good, pass me a tissueAnd don't worry about them, I paid off the officials

[Diabolic - Peruvian Leader]Yo, it don't come as a challenge, I'm the son of some of the foulestElected by my people...the only one on the ballotBorn and bred to consult with feds, I laugh at fateAnd assassinate my predecessor to have his placeIn a third-world fashion state, lock the nationWith 90% of the wealth in 10% of the populationThe Central Intelligence Agency takes weight faithfullyThe finest type of China white and cocaine you'll see

[Tonedeff - American Drug Distributor]Honey I'm home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grownIt's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we oweWoulda ya...mind if I told you I had two governments overthrownTo keep our son enrolled in a private school, and to keep ya tummy swollenC'mon, our fuckin' home was built on the foundation of bloody throatsThe hungry stolen of they souls, of course this country's runnin' cokeI took a stunted oath to hush the one's who knowBut CIA conducts the flow of these young hustlers who lust for dough

[Poison Pen - Drug Dealer]I don't work in the hood (Hit my connect)Plus what's really good, they supply for the hoodThese dudes fucking crack me up, scrutinize like we inferiorPetrified when we meet in my area (calm down)My dude's'll shoot until I say so, got the loot? Give me the YAY YAY like Ice Cube, so don't play with my llelloWe won't stop for you bastardsMust choose (?), chop it and bag it

[Loucipher - Undercover Police Officer]Taking pictures and tapping phones Debating snitches and cracking codesPast a couple, blast the fo', Want any hustler stacking dough with probably crack the blowAnd my overtime is where your taxes goI gain your trustGet you to hand weight to us because we paid up frontOn the low with cameras taping yaGetting pop away? The prison sentence is going toMake the officer leave with two ki's out the evidence room

[C-Rayz Walz - Prison Inmate]Out the evidence room (*Said with Loucipher*)Went my fame, truck, boat or plane, they watching youYou think you got work? They copping tooWe control blocks, they lock countriesYa own companies, we had nice cars and sneaker moneyNow there's players out there, talking 'bout the holdingWith bugs in they house like they down South with windows openYour dough ain't long, you wrong, you take shorts and (?)Feds will be up in your mouth...like forks and spoonsSo enjoy the rush, live plush off Coke breadSoon you'll be in a cell with me, like Jenny LopezIn school, I was a bully, now life is fully a jokeI keep a flow on a boat for Peruvian CokePlayers do favors for governers and tax makersFat Quakers smoke crack and sex acts with bad mayorsThe walls got ears, you big mouths probably scaredNot prepared to do years like Javier

[Immortal Technique Speaking] The story just told is an example of the path thatdrugs take on their way to every neighborhood, inevery state of this country. It's a lot deeper thanthe niggas on your block. So when they point thefinger at you, brother men, this is what you've got to tell them:

[Wesley Snipes - from "New Jack City"]I'm not guilty. YOU'RE the one that's guilty. Thelawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian drug lords,all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Justlike you did with alcohol during the prohibition.You're the one who's guilty. I mean, c'mon, let's kickthe ballistics here: Ain't no Uzi's made in Harlem.Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thingis bigger than (Immortal Technique). This is bigbusiness. This is the American way.